Snippet #2133818

Marshall thought about this ability that had formed when he arrived here. When the incident with Alex occurred, he had somehow read that the man was passionately hungry. That wasn't what Marshall wanted, he wanted a silence, dripping depression and fear into his mind. Alex backed off, displaying signs of those emotions. It made Marshall quiver in fear, but it was also an amazing gift. 

Sophia went to change into the outfit Alaska had given her. Marshall stretched out his tricks, including a double handspring he'd been working on. 

She came back in, curves filling every inch of the fabric perfectly. He smiled subconsciously, and turned to learn the dance. It was beautifully sexy, fierce but elegant as Marshall liked to be. She asked if he needed to see it again, but he was ready to dance with Sophia and Alaska. 

He fit into the mindset of Mocha, and started to dance with Sophia. Their moves fit together so sincerely he was in a trance by the moves. There was one point where he dipped her, her leg high in the air, and they just stared into each other's eyes. Marsh moved closer into Sophia, almost nose to nose, but then he spun off and continued the choreography. Contrary to his sexual phobias, he knew that move would make the crowd go wild. He kept his cool composure, and fixed his hair once again nonchalantly, trying not to fall down exhausted.